I saw them from the spaceship on the way over, six equal-sized moons, which orbited around the planet. They had kidnapped me. They had caught me unawares. I was taken hostage while I slept. Had I been awake, I would've ripped their heads off. "You're the prey. We will hunt you," they said. "Tomorrow, you … Continue reading The Six Moons
Bistamonte knew he was going to die. He knew age had caught up with him. But before dying, there was something that he wanted to do. He wanted to see his parents alive. They had died years ago, in front of Bistamonte's very eyes. The sight of his parents running around in flames while their … Continue reading Bistamonte
"The perfect shot," Shawn said, "leaves people breathless." "Yes. I agree. There's something so beautiful about it," Ray replied. They were at the bar, seated on barstools, whiskey sours in front of them. Shawn was the taller of the two and was dressed in a black tee and black jeans. Ray was more casual, he … Continue reading The Perfect Shot
There was a break-in at my house. My computer was stolen. I had informed the police and they were on their way. I was surveying the house, trying to figure out what else was stolen when a tall blonde man in a black suit entered through my broken door. "Mr Hastings?" he asked. I replied … Continue reading Lifetime Warranty?
The Demon King slept on his grand throne. It wasn't kingly behaviour to do so, not for humans, but for demons, it was fairly appropriate. He awoke when the faint hum of human voices reached him. The smell of their tender flesh making him salivate. "Who is it that knocks?" he asked the crystal ball … Continue reading (Dis)Honoring the traditions
Lurking in my shadow, it follows me. A black thing, amorphous, and ghastly. Having such a thing follow you, one might think, isn't ideal. But it is. The shadow-lurker has always protected me. It caught me in a wide net of shadows when I fell from the roof of my house. It spooked the mad … Continue reading The Shadow-Lurker
Moxley sat at his computer, his hair frazzled, his beard long, his clothes caked with dirt, and his eyes red and restless. The keys clattered under the force of his crazy fingers. Lines of code appeared on the computer screen, lines upon lines upon lines, green text over a black background. A crooked smile appeared … Continue reading The Game
In the light that burst through the clouds, an Angel descended upon the fountain in Hyde Park. The luminous, sparkling angel stood out in the dusk. Stood out from the other creatures of the night that readied themselves to fly in the night sky. The Angel creased its perfect shimmering brow. It moved its head … Continue reading The Sermon
They walked into the pizzeria in their overcoats. Their collars raised high. They wore fedoras and smoked cigars and their oxford shoes click-clacked behind them. "Where's Corleone?" One wrinkled old face asked. I rolled the dough out and tossed it into the air. "What's your business?" "You know our business," he said. Two men stepped … Continue reading Pizza?
It started when Bill Gates suggested that lazy people were the most creative. Maybe Bill Gates actually said it. Maybe it was attributed to him by some lazy motivational speaker. It didn't matter. What mattered was that humanity had to choose a new hero for the next millennia, and the person they wanted to choose … Continue reading Ladville’s Laziest